Agony.
It's there in the softest of words.
My emotions are strong,
and my walls weak.
To love another person
is to forget who you are.
In this case,
I have remembered my darkest pieces.
In the moment of clingy,
stressful,
hate...
I no longer forget who I was.
I have failed my own self
and have ruined all of the progress I built.
I am a carcass of who I want to be.
A failure,
a girl with a crush.
YOU ARE READING
Crush
PoetryPoetry to describe the magical feeling of being thrown violently into the waves of what society calls a "crush".